01x07 - The Thrice Cream Man/The Flibber-Flabber Diet

[bunniefuu]

[theme song]

♪ You take the moon
and you take the sun ♪

♪ You take everything that
seems like fun ♪

♪ You stir it all up
and when you're done ♪

♪ Radda radda radda radda radda
radda radda ♪

♪ So come on in feel free
to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay awhile 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

♪ Come on in feel free
to do some looking ♪

♪ Stay awhile 'cause
something's always cooking ♪

[all]
Yeah!

[applause]

[instrumental music]

splat

[squelching]

[instrumental music]

Thrice cre-e-e-e-am!

Thrice cream! Thrice cream!
Thrice cream! Thrice cream!

Thrice cream! Thrice cream!
Thrice cream! Thrice cream!

Thrice cream! Thrice cream!
Thrice cream!

[panting]

splat

splat

[slurps]

[sighs]

[munching]

[belches]

[munching]

[panting]

[munching]

Oh, thrice cream, promise me
you'll never go away.

Go away!

Chowder, do you think
we could go ten minutes

without another
thrice-cream break?

Ten minutes from now?


Why do I ask?

Now, are you ready to get some
work done?

[Chowder thinking]
I like thrice cream.

[Mung Daal]
'Chowder!'

Focus, boy. Focus on my words.

I am focused.

Let's see if we can't
squeeze in some squash..

...and find some space
for some spice.

Make room for the mushroom.

[gasps]
Thrice cre-e-e-e-e-am!

Upsy-Daisy.

Here's your mushroom.

But we already..

[gasps]

[clangs]

[grumbles]

Not done.

[gasps]

We've got to do
something about

this kid's crazy
thrice-cream obsession!

- R-radda.
- 'Oh, honey!'

[gasps]
Run, man, run!

[Chowder]
'What are we making?'

Something that will hopefully
cure your little obsession.

[Chowder]
What is it?

Thrice cream.

Thrice cre-e-e-e-am!

splat splat

I get to eat that?

Not without a cherry on top.

Did somebody say Larry on top?

No, Larry.

- I said ch--
- Oh, yeah. I got this.

Larry, for the last time

you're a jingleberry,
not a ch--

Chatterbox, please, okay?

I'm trying to get in
my zo-oo-one!

splat

Shnitzel, my man, looking good
in the neighborhood.

Bleaagh!

We know you hate
thrice cream, Shnitzel

but that's not for you.

[rumbles]

Heh. How embarrassing.

[rumbles]

W-w-w-w-whoa!

[chuckles]

whoosh

whistle

Chowder, I'd like you to meet..

splat splat splat

'...the thrice cream man.'

[gasps]

Thrice cream man delicious!

[laughs]

Make scoop-in-mouth!

- Oh, no, no. I--
- Two scoop!

[laughs]

Yummy, yummy scoop-in-mouth!

[gags]

No, no, no, his mouth.

I mean mouth.

No one loves thrice cream
more than Chowder.

Aaaoooooh!

[slurp]

[panting]
You really are
made out of thrice cream!

I love you, thrice cream man!

Thrice cream man
love you, too!

[laughs]

[laughs]
Okay!

Okay!

Ready or not, here it comes!

It's...beautiful.

[munching]

[munching]
Delicious!

Yeah, I can tell

you two are going to be
the best of friends.

[laughter]

Friends!

[whimsical music]

chomp

[both slurping]

pop

splat

[humming]

R-r-radda.

I know.

No one should be able to
eat that much thrice cream

and not be sick of it by now.

[Chowder groaning]

I don't feel so..

[belches loudly]

Oh, dear!

What's the matter?

I don't know.

[munching]

All of a sudden..

[munching]

...my tummy..

[munching]

...started..

[munching]

...hurting.

Dear me!

You do look a little
under the weather.

Yummy good!

You see, Chowder

food is like life

and sometimes
we bite off more life

than we can chew.

Next thing you know, you're
barfing life all over the place

'the beds, the walls,
priceless carpet.'

And who do you think has to
clean up all that life?

- Shnitzel?
- That's right.

[Shnitzel]
'Aw, radda!'

Yes, life can be a real mess,
so keep a bucket nearby.

I'm going to bed now.

Yes, go to bed, Chowder.

I'm serious about the bucket!

[groaning]

[stomach gurgling]

pop

[instrumental music]

[laughter]

[evil laughter]

splat

whirl whirl whirl

splat

[instrumental music]

[groaning]

[gurgling]

[laughs]

Yummy good friends!

[laughs]

[crickets chirping]

crank

splat

[door closes]

[Chowder groaning]

[Chowder]
Ohhhh!

Well, good morning, sunshine!

Oh.

'Oh!'

'And how are we feeling today?'

Would you like some
thrice cream?

Ohhh!

Scoop-in-mouth time!

Oh, I think Chowder has had

enough scoop-in-mouth
for a while.

[gags]

No scoop?

[sniffles]

[sobbing]
Thrice cream man bad!

No.
You are great, really!

I'm sorry, thrice cream man.

I still like you.

I just can't be near you

or smell you or
look at you, is all.

Don't worry. We'll find you
some other nice kid

who would love
to eat thrice cream.

No!

Scoop-in-mouth
for Chowder only!

You said so!

- Did I?
- Scoop-in-mouth!

Chowder eat scoop-in-mouth
forever!

Shnitzel,
bring the parfait, quickly!

Radda radda! Ohh!

whoosh

Huh?

Thrice cream man delic..

whoosh

Chowder, you've got to
eat all this thrice cream!

[gags]

Oh, don't look at me!

I'm lactose-intolerant.

That leaves me and you,
Shnitzel.

[whimpering]

[munching]

[munching]

[belches]

[belches]

[chomping]

Don't stop!

Keep eating!

[groaning]

[gags]

[belches]

Radda!

Brain freeze?

What are you talking about?

Aah, aah..

[groaning]

Make it stop! Make it stop!

Make it stop!

[Truffles]
'Oh, Chowder, sweetie.'

If you don't eat this mess

we're all gonna be popsicles!

[gasps]

Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!

So, is this a family recipe?

Chowder?

Get back here!

[screams]

clang

[Truffles]
'Well, at least
it's warm in here.'

Thrice cream man,
I brought you a surprise.

No!

Thrice cream man make
thrice cream for Chowder only..

Oh-h*-h*-h*-h*-h*!

Ohhhh!

[clattering]

Thrice cream woman delicious!

[both laugh]

Thrice cream man
delicious, too!

[both laughing]

[kisses]

[both]
Sprinkles!

[crying]

[bells toll]

[crying]

splat

Congratulations, you two!

Chowder still friend?

Chowder still friend.

[in Italian accent]
Let me take a look
at the little bambino.

Mamma mia!

'Thirty one flavors!'

[gasps]

crash

[laughter]

[Truffles]
'What's so funny?'

'Hello?'

[instrumental music]

♪ I got a little junk-junk
in my trunk-trunk ♪

♪ A little booty-booty
so fresh and fruity mmm! ♪

♪ I shake my rump-rump
and do a little bump-bump ♪

[crashes]

[crowd screaming]

[rumbling]

boom

My baby!

Oops.

plop

zip

No! Bad kiddie!

Oh, hi, Truffles!
How was your trip to the store?

Oh, it's fine.
Yep, yeah, yes, just fine.

Except for the part where my
giant tuchus smashed the city!

Your what did who, now?

Honey, tell me the truth

have I become a little large
in the barge?

Chowder, take cover.

Um..

No?

- Is that a question?
- No.

- So I put on weight?
- I didn't say that.

I need to go on a diet?

- I didn't say that.
- Come on. Out with it!

Am I f-f-f-f-f-fat?

Fat? Yeah.

thunk

warble

[sobbing]
So...it's true.

I knew, I knew it!

[wailing]

Chowder, life lesson number one

never tell a woman she's fat.

[sobs]
If anyone needs me,
which I doubt

because I'm so
hideously disgusting

I'll be in bed, hanging out
with my only friends

peanut and butter.

splat

chomp

Mmm. Ahh, yes.

So..

I hate you!

I love you.
I hate you!

I love you.

Aaaaah!

I'm gonna go cry myself
to sleep.

Well, we got off easier
than I expected.

You!
You did this to me!

What are you
talking about?

Are you or are you not
the chef here?

Indeed, I am.

whack

My hat!

You make this food
that makes me fat!

You get some sort of sick kick
out of keeping me fluffy?

Woman, you crazy!

My cooking does
not make anyone fat!

The rest of us here are
doing just fine.

We are the picture of health.

[gasping]

Bagel.

I rest my case.

Everyone on diet.

I don't make diet food.

Well, then, it looks like

you're going to have to
use your imagination

master chef!

Oooooooh!

And just to make things
even more interesting

we will have a contest to see
who loses the most weight.

What does the winner get?

The winner gets, um

to win, and that is enough!

I want to win the contest!

Don't encourage her.

I will win!

Not you, me! Me!

Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!

Me! Me! Me!

Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!

Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!

Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!

Me...me...me..

[sputter]

thump

crank crank

crank crank

Thank you, dear.

Me!

Diet? Hmph.

I'm quite proud of
my girlish figure, thank you.

I've caught you staring,
Shnitzel.

What are we gonna do, Mung?

What are we gonna do?

Well, I do have
one idea, but..

Eugggh!

The stuff is nasty.

What is it? What is it?

Well, it's a food
called "flibber-flabber"

but you have to eat a ton
of it to lose any weight.

This is so exciting!

We get to eat
tons of flibber-flabber!

[slurping]

Do you even know
what flibber-flabber is?

No, but I'm guessing

it's the most wonderful food
in the world.

I love you forever, Chowder.

I love you, too,
flibber-flabber.

The poor deluded kid.

I guess it's time to show him
the truth.

[Mung Daal]
'This is a
flibbeus-flabbeus plant.'

[gurgles]

[belches]

Hey there, girl!

sploosh

Hey!

sploosh

Hey, now!

sploosh

sploosh

sploosh

creak

thunk

Yuck.

[babbles]

[clears throat]
Alright, Chowder.

Want to taste some
flibber-flabber?

[chomping]

No! Don't eat the whole--

[mutters]

warble

[gulps]

It's even better than I'd hoped.

He actually likes this crud.

Radda?

No. This is great.

In trying to keep up
with Chowder

Truffles will totally burn out
on flibber-flabber!

Then, she'll have to call off
this stupid diet!

Hooray for crazy schemes!

Hooray!

[instrumental music]

[gagging]

Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

[groaning]

[banging]

creak

See?

D-delicious!

I can feel myself
getting thinner.

chomp

gurgle

I'm...winning.

[munching]

Can I have some more, please?

Well, it looks like Chowder's
gonna beat you, Truffles.

You'd better eat faster.

[gasps]

[munching]

[munching]

This kid is a bottomless pit.

chomp chomp chomp

You ready to give up
on this stupid diet yet, woman?

Never!

[munching]

gulp gulp gulp

That's it!

I can't eat this slop.

And it's your fault!

'You need to make it
taste better.'

But this stuff
is straight nasty.

And I thought
I married a chef..

...not a crybaby!

- Ooh!
- Stop doing that.

[whirring]

[instrumental music]

sploosh

Radda radda. Radda!

[Mung Daal]
'Yes, I know, already!'

'Aim high. Aim high.'

sploosh

splat

[gags]

sploosh

creak

[whirring]

sploosh

[squeals]

sploosh

creak

sploosh

That's it!

I've had enough!

sploosh

Okay, now I've had enough.

You can't eat this stuff,
you can't cook it

and that woman is
too stubborn to give up.

Radda radda radda.

No!

You can't go on vacation
for a month.

There's got to be
a way to end this.

[Chowder]
'Mung Daal, I don't think
this diet is working.'

My clothes feel way too tight.

I need my emergency
big-boy shirt.

[rumbles]

Mnh!

[yelps]

Much better.

Oh!

A bigger shirt makes
you feel less fat?

That gives me an idea!

sploosh

I've got another idea.

Dear diary,
I have lost one pound.

Hooray for me!

Hey, honey.

I just thought
I'd let you know

we've run out
of flibber-flabber.

[gasps]
No! Not now!

I'm so close to
my target weight.

Don't worry.
I'm gonna send Chowder out.

I'm sure he won't eat it
all before he gets back.

Unacceptable!

I must go with him to make sure
he doesn't eat it!

I mean, get the wrong order.

[Truffles]
'Vanilla pudding, butterscotch
pudding, strawberry pudding'

you are none of these.

Tapioca, this is you!

Have fun, you two!

Burn some calories.

And remember, Chowder,
take as long as you can.

ting

Alright, Shnitzel!

The coast is clear!

[vehicle beeping]

[Mung Daal]
'Now that they're gone,
we got to rebuild this place'

'twice as big to trick
Truffles into thinking'

'that she's lost weight.'

So let's get building.

Get that camera out of my face!

Hey! Not so fast!

Wait for me!

[tools whirring]

Why do these strange dots keep
following us?

Run, Chowder!

[Mung Daal]
'Oops! Shnitzel!'

Good save.

Oh, honey! Come back!

I found some more
flibber-flabber in the fridge.

Oh, thank goodness!

Phew! I thought those dots
were gonna get us for sure.

Hmm.

Something seems...different.

You know, honeybunch, I think
this diet is really working.

You look like you've lost
a lot of weight.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

- Right, Shnitzel?
- Radda.

Huh. You know what?

I do feel a little smaller.

But I thought yesterday
that you said

the diet wasn't working

and Truffles looks
fatter than ever.

Be quiet.
Be quiet. Be quiet!

Everyone,
I have an announcement.

The contest is now over.

And I won!

So there's no need to eat
any more flibber-flabber.

[both cheer]

Aw.

I feel so thin and small
and foxy.

Just wait
till the ladies see me!

Now that that's over

let's get this place back
to normal.

click

[hair dryers whirring]

[rumbles]

[Mung Daal]
'Wait! Stop drying!'

'That's enough!'

'Stop!'

That's it!
We're going back on the diet!

[both groan]

Yay!

[grunting]

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to grow a beard.

And why, might I ask,
are you trying to do that?

Because you said we're making
barbecued beef blisket

and only real men can handle
making a meaty dish like that.

And you think
you're man enough?

I'm a hunk-a-hunk-a-he-man.

I just need the beard
to prove it.

Careful, Chowder.
You push too hard

your eyes might pop out.

No, I glued them in.

[gasps]

Ooh!
Nice beard, my boy.

Now for some chest hair.